Spread it out over time and find out. Your prone to let it go. And it lives. All about the undead devotion. About to let it go. You seem to live. . Drop me into the mouth of sorrow.
Mind's eye hurricane. It feels nothin' like I'm missin' you. Self-inflicted pain, has turned me upside down. In the drenchin' bloody rain. I know nothin' I'm supposed to do.
Voluntary action, leading to the scar upon the face. Planning the reaction, the color, the moment paint the place. In blood, in fire, calling you back home to the demise.